Over the last week I’ve been smoking marijuana for medicinal purposes for the first time. Surprisingly effective pain reliever, emotionally and physically, and one hell of a sleep aid. DRUGZ.
It’s strange to me how sometimes in dreams, you realize you’re in the same place and with the same people as a previous dream you’ve had. It’s even stranger when the people in those dreams come up to you and reference dreams you’ve had weeks ago, the last time you dreamt of that place and those people. It seems like another little world we visit when we sleep. Dreams are so strange.
Life is such a fragile thing. Anyone could be taken at any time. It’s never expected. It’s never fair. When the inevitable does happen, it makes you appreciate who you do have, the time you have, and the opportunity you still have to make something extraordinary of your life.
This morning I awoke to a phone call from an ex. She asked if I was okay. Perplexed I asked her what was wrong. She proceeded to tell me one of my best friends died this morning. What do you do when your best friend dies?
My life is devoted to love, passion, travel, adventure, and art. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was raised with money, it was great, but I want so much more than that. I have friends with millions of dollars that are miserable and terribly depressed. I’ve long since abandoned my pursuit of money and what some call security in search of so much more. When life is coming to a close and we lay on our death bed, money won’t mean a damn thing. All that matters is the time you have and how you spend it. Love. That’s all that matters in life. That’s it. Period. I’ll always be able to make a living. My family will always be taken care of. I don’t really give a shit about making more than we need. I give a shit about us being close and overwhelmed with love.
I’ve not been on tumblr in months, but I’ll come here to say you should get the new mike mains and the branches record. So much heart and soul in this thing.